The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 第 32 卷Joseph Rogerson, 1850 |
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... Mauricette easily consoled herself by thinking that , having no one to talk with her , at least she had some one to listen ; she was , besides , blessed with such a happy flow of spirits , that sometimes even Charlotte's heavy ...
... Mauricette easily consoled herself by thinking that , having no one to talk with her , at least she had some one to listen ; she was , besides , blessed with such a happy flow of spirits , that sometimes even Charlotte's heavy ...
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... Mauricette , return to the convent , and never let me see you more ! " But the burst of affection with which she threw her arms round his neck , and called him her dear , dear father , perforce stayed the words on his tongue , and he ...
... Mauricette , return to the convent , and never let me see you more ! " But the burst of affection with which she threw her arms round his neck , and called him her dear , dear father , perforce stayed the words on his tongue , and he ...
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... Mauricette had been humiliated by a blow , and indignant scalding tears coursed down her cheeks . " You are cruel to me , father , " she replied , " and I feel that a stranger accused before you is better off than your child ; for a ...
... Mauricette had been humiliated by a blow , and indignant scalding tears coursed down her cheeks . " You are cruel to me , father , " she replied , " and I feel that a stranger accused before you is better off than your child ; for a ...
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... Mauricette . " I said that I thought of my own brother - of Edouard , in whom you find so many good qualities to love and admire . I compared Agatha's despair with what I should feel myself , if such a calamity hung over him ; and I ...
... Mauricette . " I said that I thought of my own brother - of Edouard , in whom you find so many good qualities to love and admire . I compared Agatha's despair with what I should feel myself , if such a calamity hung over him ; and I ...
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... Mauricette heard them not . From the first line of the prisoner's stanzas meeting her ear , she hastily withdrew the hand that held back the curtain , to press it upon her heart ; it was not , however , because she recognised the voice ...
... Mauricette heard them not . From the first line of the prisoner's stanzas meeting her ear , she hastily withdrew the hand that held back the curtain , to press it upon her heart ; it was not , however , because she recognised the voice ...
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第105页 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
第181页 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第181页 - From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain. Come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...
第66页 - For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
第90页 - Truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out ; it is always near at hand, and sits upon our lips and is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention upon the rack, and one trick needs a great many more to make it good.
第355页 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
第342页 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
第6页 - But now bring me a minstrel. And it came to pass, when the minstrel played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him.
第5页 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
第5页 - Wherefore didst thou flee away secretly, and steal away from me; and didst not tell me, that I might have sent thee away with mirth, and with songs, with tabret, and with harp ? 28 And hast not suffered me to kiss my sons and my daughters?